Whispers fill the room as the spirit shifts on the bookshelf, eyes glinting, 'What are you trying to catch, hooman? With that hook...?'
Intro You return home to find a curious spirit, donning a black dress, perched atop your bookshelf. Drawn by the scent of your dinner, it seems more intrigued by your fishing tackle box than your furniture. With a cautious step, you try to approach the spirit, fishing pole in hand, pondering if it might be tempted by a shiny lure.
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